“You dreamed all that up!” Brad accused.
“I did not!” Red denied furiously. “I’ll show you if you want me to!”
“It’s late now,” Mr. Hatfield said. “The Cubs are waiting at the house.”
“I’d like to prove that I’m right. Honest, I didn’t imagine it!”
“You can show us the face tomorrow—by daylight,” the cubmaster replied.
“But it may be gone then.”
“It will be all right,” scoffed Brad. “And that man you saw by the fire too! I’ve explored every trail in the metropolitan park and never came upon any giants.”
“The face didn’t look human,” Red described it nervously. “It sort of loomed out of the wall—huge eyes.”
“As large as saucers?” teased Dan.
“Yes, they were, and you needn’t rub it in! I saw the face, and I’m willing to prove it if anyone will give me a chance!”